LYRIC

A hangin' curve tryna paint the black
It gave my high school coach a heart attack
Eight outs away, from winnin' state
All I had to do was make no mistakes
Then there it went, like a Goodyear blimp
Over the right field wall into some fan's mitt
I was standing there on a mound of dirt feelin' hurt
'Cause I blew it in the bottom of the fifth

Man it's the pits
When your well runs dry and your time runs out
You can't quit gettin' lit
Up quicker than the sky on the Fourth of July
When you put it out there and lay it all on the line
Just to lose it in the bottom of the fifth

Sherry Anne was my high school flame
I lost her too when I lost that game
'Cause she was lookin' for the next big thing
It hit me hard gettin' back that ring
So I turned that Jack D up
And good God Almighty it's some powerful stuff
The heartache seemed to fade away and you're daggum straight
It was gone by the bottom of a fifth

Man it's the pits
When your well runs dry and your time runs out
You can't quit gettin' lit
Up quicker than the sky on the Fourth of July
When you put it out there and lay it all on the line
Just to lose it in the bottom of the fifth

This Ain't no glass half empty thing
This is almost there with the one that got away
Then you lose it in the bottom of the fifth

Man it's the pits
When your well runs dry and your time runs out
You can't quit gettin' lit
Up quicker than the sky on the Fourth of July
When you put it out there and lay it all on the line
Just to lose it in the bottom of a fifth

Oh ain't it a pitch
When your well runs dry and your time runs out
You can't quit gettin' lit
Up quicker than the sky on the Fourth of July
When you put it out there and lay it all on the line
Just to lose it in the bottom of a fifth
Yeah, yeah you lose it in the bottom a fifth
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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